I could be oh so sweet <br />if you'd just taste me. <br />I am from your tree. <br />The flesh of my fruit is waiting to be savored. <br />Do not starve yourself. <br />I could satiate your hunger. <br />You're not looking at your neighbor's tree, <br />so why do you choose to go hungry? <br />Do not be too rough, <br />I could easily bruise. <br />I know my very core is hard, <br />but, given a little time, it will soften and grow <br />into something new and beautiful. <br />I, like the flowers of the field, know that <br />the point of living is to become. <br />If you let me fall to the ground <br />I will rot beneath your feet, <br />and, yet, my core would still <br />soften and grow. <br />It would just grow into something <br />different, <br />and, without personal interest, <br />you would have little influence. <br />Touch me and feel how <br />ripe. <br />Do not waste your chance. <br />But I will never go to waste.<br /><br />she is made of cigarettes and magic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apples-and-oranges-2/
